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Outstretched on the wheel’s arms crucifying,

Tangled in bonds whence escape is none,

Shrieking that warning the whole world o’er.

And his cloud-mate, unblessed of the Graces, bore

A monstrous child⁠—such dam never more

Nor such offspring shall be, ’neath a black curse lying

Of menfolk, of godfolk⁠—a thing to shun!

And the cloud-mother reared that evil abortion

And named Kentaurus. By Pelion’s foot

In Magnesia he mated with many a mare;

And a horde of monsters was born of them there

Wondrous to see, for the likeness they bare

Of either parent; the upper portion

As man was shapen, the nether as brute.